Executive Desires (MF)

The Blake Boys 10

Etopia Press

Heat Rating: Steamy
Word Count: 29,409
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Bo Jamison isn't looking forward to going home. While he does look forward to seeing his mom, he’s less than eager to see his less-than-friendly younger half brothers. And as CFO of Blake Enterprises, he's got his hands full with a new business deal that demands his full attention. Bottom line: he doesn't need the drama. But when the beautiful Waverly twins move into the condo across the hall, he finds the drama has just begun. Autumn Waverly is sexy and sophisticated, and definitely interested. Summer, not so much. Quieter and more down-to-earth, Summer seems as if she'd rather Bo just go away. Or is it the other way around? Between trying to figure out which twin is which, and finding reasons to spend time with both of them, Bo finds himself in the enviable position of having two beautiful women on his arm.

But when one of them knocks on his door late at night and invites herself into his bed, Bo's not sure what came over him. Or who. The passion between them is electric, but the sisters aren't talking. In fact, it almost seems as if they're toying with him. The who's-who game is fun at first—until Bo finds himself falling for his mysterious midnight visitor. If only he could figure out who she was—and why she wouldn't tell him...

Executive Desires (MF)
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Executive Desires (MF)

The Blake Boys 10

Etopia Press

Heat Rating: Steamy
Word Count: 29,409
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The ding of the elevator brought him out of his daydream. Bags in hand, Bo walked out of the elevator looking forward to a hot shower and ten hours of sleep. That was until he tripped on a box and toppled onto a couch that was blocking the hallway. He scrambled up, trying to get a sense of what was happening, when a woman in jeans overalls leaned in to get a better look at him. Whoever she was, she was gorgeous. She wore her dark hair in a braid, with the tip of it sloping over her shoulders. She had amazing hazel-colored eyes that gave her a mysterious look, and a plump lower lip that made him think of biting into a juicy apple. From where he lay, he got a bird’s-eye view of her ample cleavage. The pink lace bra she was wearing held two perfect globes in place. His once-over concluded, he knew the most important thing about her: she wasn’t wearing a wedding ring.“Do you mind giving me a hand, or are you going to take a nap on my couch?” she breathed.He got to his feet. “Give you a hand with what?”“A resolution for world peace.” She rolled her eyes and motioned to the open door. “Getting my couch into my apartment.”Ah. He’d heard the unit had been sold last month, but the owner was taking their sweet time about moving in.“Don’t you have movers?”“Of course I have movers. They’re on a break.”“I’m sure they’ll be back any moment.”“The government could fall in the time it will take them to eat their lunch.” She put her hand on her hip.He raised an eyebrow. “Patience isn’t your strong suit?”“I like to get things done. I have a mercurial mind, as my dad would say.”He laughed. “Isn’t that a parent’s nice way of saying their child is hyper?”She gave him a once-over. “What’s the matter? Scared you’ll get a wrinkle in those designer jeans?”“I’m cautious about heavy lifting.”“Let me guess. You don’t lift anything heavier than your cell phone.”“I have a rule. I don’t exhaust myself unless there’s a really satisfying pay off in the end.” He winked at her.“You’ll get to your destination faster if you help.”“That’s the best you can do?” He folded his arms over his chest. “I’m Bo Jamison, your new neighbor.”“Don’t tell me you live across the hall?” She sighed.“Yes. I’m a good neighbor. I keep to myself. I don’t throw rowdy parties and I adhere to the noise level restrictions in the association by-laws.”“Aren’t you the grown-up boy scout? Do you mind helping a new neighbor?”“If you tell me your name. I bet it’s something pretty.” He leaned against the wall.“You flirt with all the women in the building?”“Only the ones who aren’t married.”“What makes you think I’m not married?”“Because no man on this planet would let a wife as beautiful as you move a sofa by herself.”She rolled her eyes. “Good grief. My burly boyfriend could be in the apartment.”“Burly Dude would never leave couch-lifting to his woman.” Bo sat his bags against the opposite wall to avoid someone else suffering the same fate as he did exiting the elevator. He couldn’t believe half the things that had come out of his mouth. He owed Tyler a beer or possibly a consulting fee for half the flirtatious things that came out of his mouth these days.“Before we do this, I have to add the verbal disclaimer that I don’t think you should be helping me. For one, I’m bigger than you. Two, it may sound chauvinistic, but you are a woman and shouldn’t be lifting things this heavy.”“No worries, I have help.” She gave him a devious smile. “Hey, sis, our new neighbor’s going to help us move the couch.”Bo’s eyes widened when a woman came out of the apartment, dressed much sexier than her sister did in a tight, V-neck sweater that left nothing to the imagination. She had her hair up in a bun, immaculately manicured nails, and looked like the heaviest thing she picked up daily was a carrot. The kicker was that she was the identical twin of the first woman.“Hello there, handsome.” She rounded the couch to get a better look at him. “I’m Autumn Waverly.”“Autumn. My favorite time of year. I’m Bo.” He grinned.“And this is my sister, Summer.”Bo laughed to himself. His day just kept getting better. “Ladies, let’s get this couch into your new home. When you’re finished moving in I would be honored if you let me cook you a welcome-to-the-building dinner.”“That sounds delectable,” Autumn cooed.“But we’re pretty busy. Thanks for the invite,” Summer said.“We don’t want to be rude to Bo,” Autumn countered. “It’s a nice gesture, and he can give us all the dirt on everyone in the building.”“I’m a good cook, and I promise I have intimate knowledge of the goings on in the building.”“It better be good. I’d hate to get food poisoning my first night in our new place.” Summer shot him a look.Bo stroked his chin. “I promise. It will be a culinary party in your mouth.”They managed to wrangle the couch inside their apartment, and after five changes of location, it was finally placed where Summer wanted it. Autumn was more interested in chatting. The contrasts between the two women amazed him. His experience with twins were the Martin sisters in high school and the most recent twins in his life: Connor and Colby. Colby was the angel. Everyone prayed Connor wouldn’t set any of the houses on fire.The movers came back from their break and resumed their duties, so Bo excused himself so he could get ready to entertain. So much for sacking out, but this definitely made for a much better evening.His cell phone pinged. It was Amber returning his call from the Executive Desires resort. He’d left a message that he was ready to book his trip, but now he wasn’t so sure. He might have a better time trying to figure out his gorgeous, and unusual, new neighbors.

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